I would love to know how many people, since the beginning of 2020, have started having intense fantasies about videoconference fucking. I bet it’s quite a few of us. Personally I’ve reignited some of my conference call sex fantasies from back in the day. While I would never recommend actually getting it on (alone or with other people) when your work colleagues are on the line, that doesn’t mean you can’t dream about it. Wank about it. Write about it. Today’s guest blog is by Fajolan, who has written beautifully before on hands and surreptitious touching, as well as a unique solution to the problem of ‘getting a room.’ Now she’s here to share her own unique take on videoconference fucking, and I adore the detail of how it’s set up – the thought that’s gone into how it’d work as well as the hotness of the shag itself…
Videoconference fucking
Any other video conference. That’s how it looks when she dials in.
However, before she dials in she sees the room has been carefully prepared. Her desk is transparent and raised up to a height of at least a metre and a half. Her chair is on a podium so that she will sit at the same level as ever – so those on the video call don’t see any difference. There is a special tablet holder on the desk and handles next to it.
Another chair is set under the table, turned towards the podium.
She has one single task: to participate as a true professional in the weekly conference call. As she always does: video on, sound off, except when she speaks for her weekly report. She sits down, puts her documents next to the tablet and opens the video call. Behind her, the white office wall. Video on, sound off. In roughly fifteen minutes she’ll give her input.
Zoom in.
He strides in through the door opposite her, in a full suit, and goes straight to sit on the chair below the transparent desk table. He told her what to wear: black blazer, white blouse, white bra. Nothing else.
She sees him past her tablet screen. He pulls her naked legs apart, zipties her knees and ankles to the desk legs. Leans back and enjoys the view of her open cunt.
The head of unit welcomes the team and launches her presentation in the videocall.
He rolls forward with his chair so his head is right in front of her cunt. He pushes her chair back a little so that her ass is on the edge, legs spread wide apart. Then he dives in, puts his mouth over her cunt and starts to suck and lick. Soaks her in saliva. Leans back, enjoying the view. Stretches out his hand and shoves several fingers into her cunt. Dripping wet, not just with his spit.
Her eyebrow twitches. She looks to the side, takes a document, returns to the call. Eight minutes into the meeting. She’ll present at minute fifteen.
He fingerfucks her. Slowly, attentively. His thumb on her clit, his fingers inside her. She sees him when she casts her eyes down a bit past the screen. She sees him leaning forward. She is nervous about the next step. Rearranges her face into a mask. He leans forward, fingers deep inside her and puts his mouth on her vulva, licking her so hard that nothing will be able to stop her from coming now. The wave starts crashing.
She stares at the screen, face a bit on the rigid side. She’ll be the next one to present.
He holds her vulva, while she crashes into the orgasm.He puts his hand over her cunt and enjoys feeling it twitching and shivering all over. He leans back to see her in the office chair – a real pro. Concentrating.
She reshuffles her documents once more into good order and presents her weekly report in two and a half minutes, then mutes her microphone.
When she looks up from the screen, he is standing opposite her. Naked from the waist down, his cock solid. “Turn off the camera for 2 minutes,” he says.
She turns off the camera, now both camera and microphone are off. A colleague asks her if she could send the second set of weekly numbers in the chat.
He takes the tablet and places it flat on the table, facing the ceiling. “Bend over the table so your face is over the screen. Grab the handles hard so you won’t move when I fuck you.”
She gets up from the chair, legs still soft from coming so hard. Leans over the table edge, positioning her face over the screen so that on camera it looks just as before: her face, her blazer. Behind her, the white office ceiling.
His hand comes from the side and switches on the camera, checking that she is still muted. She knows that he’s positioned directly behind her ass. She grabs the handles hard. Arranges her face. Braces her position.
He slams his cock into her, hard and deep and oh so good. She bites down hard, locks her jaw to control her face. Looks straight at the screen, desperate not to move or change her facial expression.
He fucks her against the table edge. Deep, regular, long. The wave builds every time he crashes into her. He feels it and increases the pace, forcing her along. She comes, harder than ever before, and her twitching cunt makes him come hard inside her.
“Thank you colleagues, have a good start to the working week. End meeting for all participants? Yes.”
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I love this, from the quiet, dominant control to the detailed filthy logistics.
Thx. The story had time to mature into this script. Too much home office.
Back in 1999 or 2000, I was playing everquest, and we had a VOIP for the 72 members of the raid group. We’d be on for hours and hours; 7 hours was normal; 13-14 hours a couple times of month. So we’d stop for breaks like bio or food, all at once. The chief cleric and the main tank in the guild raid group were a couple in RL. One night we stopped for a break, and either on purpose or by accident they left their microphones on while they had sex for about 35 minutes of the 45 minute break. It was totally hot, and later one of the couple revealed to me that all she had to do was remember that and having so many people (anyone who wasn’t afk) listening in just really did it for her — she’d been using it for fantasy material ever since.